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Well, James has been running every morning while made of steel to get used to it, if you want he could be running and then literally run into Chad, them both obviously being mutants could spark a conversation. Considering James would automatically assume a mutant near the mansion is making their way there.

I didn't take Aiden long to come back to the world of the aware. He looked alright and didn't seem surprise to be awake, so all in all, good.

Was he okay? Yeah, mostly. Besides the bruises he would have in the morning, located on the shoulder and stomach, James suspected he was no worse for wear. He ached a little and was considerably tired, but that was because the adrenaline had worn off. Unfortunately he would have to spend a night with a steel upper torso and arms. Changing back again might actually have a similar effect as to what Aiden's mutation had just done to him.

Shrugging, and wincing James smiled. "Yeah, I should be fine, a few bruises but that happens quite regularly." He felt like he was missing something...Manners, Thank the guy for saving your butt.

"Oh, and thanks for coming to help. I doubt that I could've escaped those guys without it. I definitely owe you one."

Standing James stretched his back and cracked his neck then looked down at the other mutant. "You need a hand up or are you good to go?"

The run wasn't particularly long, but the continuous use of his mutation throughout the day had tired him. James knew the limitations of his ability, but keeping it in mind was still something he had to master. Although the run couldn't have lasted any longer than two minutes, it had felt longer, dragged on by the guilty feeling which resided in the mutants gut.

He reached the mansion gates, and stopped, bending over, hands on knees to take in a couple of shallow breaths. You couldn't have done anything even if you had tried. James told himself. That was a situation best avoided in future. How could he avoid it though?

The fact that James was a mutant had hit him hard at first, but that was because his mother kicked him out for it, not because he had thought of the problems which came with the label. The idea of getting followed and beaten hadn't even occurred to him, but now the reality of it came crashing down. This was a problem, happening everywhere to mutants all over the planet. People like himself.

So then there were people like Aiden, who saved people from it.

My mutation is pretty much perfect for standing in the way of harm for others...James thought idly.

What? So now he wanted to be a hero? Was he cut out for it? Maybe. He had the nerve, but not the skills. Regardless, learning to fight was definitely something to put high on the "to do" list, even if it was just for his own good.

Mentally shrugging off the topic James leaned against the mansions tall fence. Looking down the road for any sign of his savior. If Aiden didn't turn up within the next ten minutes he decided to use the communicator in his pocket to call the X-men and tell them what had happened, right before going off to look for the other mutant himself. But it won't end up like that, Aiden can handle himself.

It was a good job James was a positive kind of guy, or he would have panicked  and called for help by now.

They walked up to the store and James saw the star wars shirt. Oh, look...that's A New Hope right? The one where they save her from the...Okay never mind we are moving. Amelia grabbed his arm. The physical contact made James feel a little uncomfortable, but he didn't feel like he was being constricted by an anaconda like usual, which was strange.

Without resisting much James let Amelia drag him into the shop, or the lions den. Depends how you look at it, really. James barely had time to go red when the Goth-girl smiled at him, before getting dragged further into the shop.

Stopping at the men's section of tees sporting food jokes, a few made him chuckle. Wow, you are enjoying this aren't you? The cynical part of his mind chided. Ignoring it he listened to Amelia's question. Did he like peanut butter and chocolate? People ate both together? Hmm, James couldn't say he did if he hadn't tried it.

"People eat both?" He scratched his head and looked at Amelia questioningly. "I can't say I do, considering I've never tried it"

With things like this, James was clueless. Even though he'd been living in America he hadn't made many friends and ate food the way he did in England.  Damn, Seems I've been pretty out of touch.

Amelia was telling him to look at something, however James felt stiff as a board unable to move or look anywhere near her. He was still going through the freezing power of sudden awkward moments but he took a deep breath and managed to look at her just as she turned to him.

Hmmm, a job. At the mansion? That was pretty much perfect, considering he lived there. Nodding to himself James smiled. That would be perfect, money without having to really go looking for a job? Sounded right up his alley.

"Yeah," He said slowly, feeling like this day couldn't get any better. "That sounds...amazing. I'd really appreciate it, thanks." Although it was true that James's working experience didn't stretch much further than the working experience of the average dog, it was something to look forward to, at least. That and something to fill up his spare time out of classes.

Sighing, James closed his eyes end let his head roll back. Relaxing they waited in silence, which wasn't awkward. More the kind of silence common to those waiting for something together. He couldn't be sure but it felt like a good while, James didn't know where the shop was but it couldn't be any further than a couple of minutes away.

James chuckled a little to the words "Sounds cool". Had she meant to do that or not? Not that it mattered really.

Have I been sightseeing? Well, no. James surprised himself. He hadn't been anywhere really, besides Central park, he'd been there a few times. He had seen the Statue of Liberty too but not up close.

"Now you mention it...No, I haven't." He admitted with a sheepish smile. The revelation made him feel slightly foolish.

Then Amelia said something that shocked him, Dr Who? Well, that was just plain uncommon, in his experience.

This was the first time James had heard an American mention the show. Like most British children James had watched it, his mother had when she was younger and she encouraged him to. It was kind of a British thing, from what he knew. Although he knew in his lifetime it had become an awful lot more popular over here. He had kept up with it on the internet, but still it was unusual to hear about it from someone else.

James considered what to say, he didn't want to sound rude and just go "No way an American who likes Dr Who?!" Fortunately just before James was about to reply to her question the bus came rolling up in front of them and stopped. After a small group of people got off he nodded at the short girl in front of him.

"After you"